The Endless Days Of rain

A village had to endure a storm which lasts for days.

                               The Endless Days Of Rain

The rain came down with a fury onto the valley below.  The hills that surrounded the small village caused the water to flow down towards the twenty or so cottages.  The narrow unassuming road which ran through was treacherous to vehicles of any kind.  The sky was a leaden grey and the sun was hidden behind blackened clouds.  The strong gusts tore relentlessly at the trees and some fence panels had blown onto the road from one of the gardens.  The heavens above was vacant of birds as they hid in their nests away from the storm.  The locals with any sense stayed in their homes, not fancying trekking out in such harsh conditions.  The signs in front of shops rattled, and a dustbin bag half- full with rubbish flew in all different directions, as it was caught up in the intense wind.  

This was the second day of severe weather, but several days had been predicted on the local station.  A continuing downpour which would batter the vast empty land of flattened grass and over flooded lakes and rivers.  

From the windows lost faces could be observed, with their open fires which burned brightly and a warm comforting temperature radiating from them.  They would sit on their chairs wishing that soon the sun will shine like it once did, instead of a dark menacing sky which only promised secluded long days and fearful sleepless nights.

On the fourth day late afternoon time, the road had vanished under the torrent of dirty muddy water.  Some trees had fallen, and wherever you looked utter chaos had took over.  Cottages were overpowered by the rain and the majority of folk stayed upstairs.  It was difficult to fathom the courage these people had, every time it would rain the fear of what might happen, a dark desperate feeling which would always say, please let this weather go soon.  And instead of a gloomy sky which promised the arrival of another storm to rape the simple land below, blue sky would appear with the heat of the blazing sun to heal everything in its path.

On the fifth day the bridge on the left-side of the village collapsed into the river below.  Most bricks sank amongst the dangerous dark water.  It happened mid-morning with a mighty crash which echoed all around.  The brave ventured out of their homes to see what had caused such a noise.  To the dismay of many they realised what had occurred.

The sixth day nothing changed, but on the seventh people awoke to the sound of birds singing high in the treetops.  For the first time in days patches of blue could be seen in the heavens above.

With anticipated hearts and a hope that the storm had finally gone, people neared their windows and noticed the fields glistened in the rays of the sun.

The rain had stopped.

The weary folk left their homes and the light of day shone on their weatherworn faces.

A new chapter had begun.

Reviews

[Marie]

I see you've got a lot of views on this, but no one commented; probably because they didn't know what to say. This is not a usual story with characters and a plot but is a very good description of a long, devestating bout of rain.